The man takes a step closer and bends slightly so he can look into Tracie's eyes. "I'm going to touch you now; don't let me startle you", he says. Tracie starts to tremble as he takes her arm in his hand, but gently, so gently, and leads her around the sofa. He looks around the apartment for a minute, his gaze finally settling on the breakfast table. He grabs a blanket and throw-pillow from the end of the couch and leads Tracie to the table. He gives her arm a little pat as he releases it and even smiles at her. "Oh, god, " Tracie thinks, "he's crazy!" She watches as he spreads the blanket on the table and her fears are confirmed; she's about to be raped on her kitchen table. Her eyes dart to the front door, but he is at her side in an instant. "Don't even think about it," he says. "I don't want to make this hard on you." Tracie shakes her head emphatically, trying to deny that she was thinking of escaping. "Good," the stranger says.
"Now, I want you to lie down on the table, Tracie. I know it's not the most comfortable place, but I've tried to make it better. Here you go." He takes her arm as if he were helping her into his car and helps her get onto the table. She cowers there, sitting with her knees hugged to her chest. He gently unwraps her arms and guides her down so that she's lying on her back. "You're so beautiful," he says again. He removes something from his pocket and Tracie can see that it's some sort of fabric, a scarf maybe. "I'm going to have to tie your arms. I'll try not to make it awkward, though." He takes her left arm and places it above her head on the table, tying the wrist to the table leg. He does the same to her right arm and then checks both knots. Tracie moves her hands and sees that, although she's not immobile, she can't move very far...certainly not far enough to do any damage to the man. She starts to cry now and pleads with him not to hurt her. "Please, don't do this! You said you didn't want to hurt me, please!" "Oh, Tracie, don't be afraid. Just wait and see, I won't break my promise." Although the words are kind and gentle, they send a chill through Tracie, who expects to be brutally raped at any second by this crazy man.
He stands beside the table for a moment, looking down at Tracie, then he reaches into his pocket again. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you with this." He pulls a knife out and extends the blade. "I wish I didn't have to do this." He lowers the tip of the knife to her tank top, pulling the material up so he doesn't cut her skin. Carefully, he splits the shirt up the middle and peels it away. Tracie hears a soft intake of breath from the stranger as her breasts are exposed to him. She whimpers slightly.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Tracie" he repeats again, as he reaches out with one finger and caresses the underside of Tracie's breast. He moves his finger up to her nipple and circles it, barely making contact. In spite of her fear, Tracie feels her nipple getting erect, growing hard under his gentle touch. He sees this and smiles. He removes his finger and places it in his mouth, getting it moist, then gently fingers the other nipple. This time, he flicks his wet finger back and forth against the little nub, and Tracie reacts immediately. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," he says with another smile.
He moves the chair away from the side of the table and sits in it. His hands return to her breasts and cup them gently. He lowers his mouth to the nearest nipple and lets his tongue trace around in a circle, never actually touching the nipple. Tiny bumps form and her nipple grows even more erect. Tracie can't believe it, but she's almost enjoying the sensations. When the man's tongue finally makes contact with her nipple, she jumps slightly. He takes her hard little nipple in between his lips and rolls it there, then sucks in into his mouth gently. A small moan escapes Tracie's lips, much to her surprise. The man grins but doesn't stop his ministrations. His tongue is working at her nipple now...twirling around it as he sucks, and his fingers are tugging at her other nipple. Tracie is getting so turned on and doesn't know what to do to stop it. "No," she says softly, but even she doesn't know if she's talking to him or to herself. It makes no difference because the stranger continues tonguing her hard nips, his teeth softly scraping against them occasionally.
Suddenly though, he stops, and Tracie realizes she is sorry. "Oh my god," she thinks, "I *want* him to do this." She watches as he moves to the end of the table. He reaches up and unbuttons and unzips her shorts and pulls them down swiftly. Tracie's fear returns somewhat, but she's shocked that it's not nearly as strong as before. As he runs his finger up her slit through the silky fabric of her panties, all thoughts are driven from her mind. She's weak with desire for him. He takes her legs and moves them apart further and then runs his fingertips up her inner thighs, stopping at the elastic of her panties. He places his hands under her bottom and scoots her to the very edge of the table. He again sits in the chair and begins to run his tongue up the length of her inner thigh. Tracie begins trembling again, but for an entirely different reason. When he reaches her panties this time, he doesn't stop. He points his tongue and licks his way up her slit, from her opening to her already-hard clit. The sensation of his tongue licking her though her panties is so tantalizing! He nibbles at her clit through the fabric for a minute, and Tracie almost comes immediately. "Oh, no...not yet...not by far, baby!" he says.
"I have to see that sweet pussy, Tracie." He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulls them down over her ass, pushing her legs together so he can remove them completely. "Oh, wow, you are so gorgeous!" He spreads her thighs apart again and lets his hands remain in place near the top of each one. He just admires Tracie's well-trimmed bush for a minute, a slight smile on his face. She feels so vulnerable under his gaze, spread open to him and helpless to stop him from doing whatever he wants to her. But the feeling is not unpleasurable; in fact, it's highly arousing, and Tracie feels her hips begin to move a little, seemingly of their own accord. She's straining toward the stranger, hungering for his touch on her tingling pussy.
The man does not fail to notice Tracie's desire, and he teases her by making her wait another moment for what she wants. Soon, his own desires get the best of him though, and he leans down so that his mouth is mere inches from Tracie's wet slit. He only plants a small kiss on her lips, though, then stands again. He removes two more scarves from his pocket and ties each of Tracie's ankles to a table leg. She's now bound spread eagle on the table, totally exposed to the stranger and anything he chooses to do to her. As he sits back down in the chair, Tracie realizes that she's eagerly awaiting his next move. "God," she thinks, "what's wrong with me? I want this man so badly!"
Soon her full attention is again focused on the sensations the stranger is giving her, as he begins to run his fingernails up the inside of her thighs. As he bends his head once more to her already-wet cunt, he looks up and makes eye contact with Tracie. He looks deep into her eyes as his tongue makes contact with her slit, just running up the length of it. Tracie can see the desire in his eyes, and she knows that he can see the same thing in hers. She moans softly again, partly from arousal, partly from confusion. As the stranger traces her outer lips with his tongue, Tracie can't take the eye contact anymore and she closes her eyes. The stranger smiles a little; he's seen this happen many times before. Then he gets down to the business at hand.
He parts Tracie's moist cunt lips with his tongue, still barely penetrating, but getting a little firmer in his touch. He takes first one of her outer labia, then the other, between his lips, sucking them into his mouth and Tracie groans with pleasure. The stranger allows one of his hands to wander up to Tracie's right breast and he begins tugging and teasing her nipple. Tracie finds herself straining at the binds that tie her arms, not to push the stranger away, but to cover his hand with hers, encouraging his ministrations to her tingling nipples. She's also moving her hips from side to side, aching to feel the stranger's tongue on her clit.
"I told you I wouldn't hurt you, Tracie," the stranger says. "You want me to make you cum, don't you? You want me to lick your clit?" When Tracie only moans, he says, "Answer me, Tracie. I can stop now if you'd like. Do you want me to untie you and leave, or do you want me to keep kissing your wet little pussy?"
"Oh, please don't stop," Tracie pleads. "Please, I need to feel your mouth on my clit...please."
This is all the stranger wants to hear and he bends back to Tracie's sweet cunt. He can smell her desire and it's intoxicating to him. He stiffens his tongue and enters her, moving it around and gathering up as much of her juices as he can, then he withdraws from her tight little hole and licks his way up to her clit. He barely makes contact at first, just lightly flicking his tongue back and forth over her swollen clit. As she strains to meet his mouth, he applies a little more pressure, twirling his tongue around the hard little button, then sucking it gently into his mouth. He repeats this sequence a few more times, flicking, swirling and sucking her clit until Tracie is groaning and writhing beneath him. As she gets close to the edge, he spreads her lips apart with his fingers, exposing her clit as much as possible, and rhythmically attacks it with his wet, pointed tongue, back and forth unmercifully until Tracie is screaming and shuddering with her climax.
As her trembling subsides, the stranger gently sets about cleaning Tracie's soaking wet cunt with his tongue. He licks her tenderly, savoring every last drop of her cum. When he's done, he places one final soft kiss on the lips of her pussy, then unties her legs, which are still shaking a bit. As he moves up to untie her wrists, he bends over her and kisses her sweetly on the lips, letting her taste herself. "Thank you, Tracie," he whispers against her ear. "You were so wonderful." With that, he turns and leaves the apartment, turning at the door to smile into Tracie's eyes one last time.
